Su Ming continued moving forward. He walked through the ravines on the ground in midair and walked into the core of the Sacred Bats, arriving at the top of the mountain.
There, he saw a stone monument. That stone monument stood tall, and from the distance, it looked like the peak of a mountain. There were a large amount of words carved on it, and there was an old man sitting cross-legged under it.
That old man's clothes were ragged and his hair was a mess. Su Ming could not see his face clearly. He had his head lowered, as if he was meditating.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, the God of Berserkers, Lie Shan Xiu, opened up the land of Berserkers and created his own cultivation method. He created the power of the Berserkers and built the Great Yu Dynasty. All races worshiped him, and the leaders of all races needed the God of Berserkers' permission to be appointed … Then, he left in search of the Plane Kalpa and left, leaving behind his legacy in the world …
"There was a man who became famous in Chi Mountain, and his title was Po. He came to understand the will of the God of Berserkers in the Great Yu Dynasty and inherited his legacy, but he could not obtain even half of it … He was known as the second God of Berserkers, Chi Shan Po!
"The Immortals and Evildoers could not accept this, and the calamity rose again. The will of Morning Dao was also present, and the land of Berserkers was torn to pieces. Chi Shan Po's body was torn to pieces and buried in the five continents …" The ancient voice echoed in the mountain. Su Ming stood before the old man with his head lowered and listened to it quietly.
As the old man spoke, the words on the stone monument behind him slowly disappeared. The words looked clear at first glance, but when Su Ming took a closer look, he found that they were indistinct, and he could not tell what was written on them.
At that moment, Su Ming was already certain that his judgment regarding Eternal Li Mountain before he came here was correct. He still remembered the words spoken by the remaining Berserker he had met when he was in the Candle Dragon's body. He might have only said half of what he wanted to say, but the final word he uttered in the end was' Eternal Li Mountain ', and when Su Ming heard about it, he could already make some guesses.
"Ten thousand years later, I was born in Eastern Wastelands, and I was fated to receive the will of the God of Berserkers. I went through many dangers and finally reached Great Yu, and all I saw, heard, and felt … was not half of the second God of Berserkers. I might be known as the third God, but I knew that I was not strong enough to become a God … I searched for the traces of my ancestor, and died in the World of Nine Yin …
"Now, I thought that I had awakened, but in the end, I could not …" The ancient voice gradually faded away, and the old man sitting beside the stone monument lifted his head slowly.
It was a very ordinary face, but there were traces of time on it. It was so old that one would feel the passage of time and the vicissitudes of time when one looked at it.
"I know that I will definitely be able to see you," the old man said calmly as he looked at Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at the old man before him and did not speak.
"The difference is that you were captured, or you came here on your own accord. If you were captured, then you are not worthy of the Berserker Tribe's cultivation base. You will not be able to create your statue of the God of Berserkers!
Why don't you stay and become the soul of the Berserkers and sink into oblivion forever?
"If you came here on your own, then you can receive my inheritance …" the old man said slowly, and the Berserker Mark gradually appeared on his face. It was at the center of his brows, and it looked like a burning moon!
"Once my will disappears, send my soul back to Great Yu. When my soul returns, it will become the catalyst for the Berserkers to break through to Berserker Soul Realm …
Once they reached the Berserker Soul Realm, their blood would change. They would gain success in cultivating their blood, bones, and souls. It would be as if everything inside and out had reached perfection. At that moment, they would no longer be cultivating their bodies, but their Life Matrix!
To break through one's fate and find the path that one lacks, this is Fated Lack!
Knowing one's own flaws was like knowing the regrets of heaven and earth. It was like understanding the changes of the world. This was the Fate Palace!
"The Divine Master's Life Palace shines with an endless brilliance. It can attract the power of the World Plane. This is the World of Life!
"Life Matrix, Fated Lack, Life Palace, and World of Life. These are the Berserkers' path of Life Cultivation after they reach the Berserker Soul Realm. If they step into the path of Life Cultivation!" The old man looked at Su Ming. His words spread out and echoed in the air, but Su Ming continued standing there, only listening and not moving.
"I lack fire in my life, that's why I absorbed all the flames in the world in the path of Life Cultivation. However … in the end, I discovered to my shock that this fire is not Yang, but Yin …
"This fire exists only in the moon, that's why I worship the moon and call myself the Berserker Cultivator of Fire!
"However, I cannot understand the moon's flames, and neither can I sense the bright flames. My will has turned into Yin and Yang. One of them is the Fire Berserker, and the other is the God of Berserkers. It is just like how the sky has darkness and daylight. Only bitterness remains in the sky. Why should the sky weep …
"I have obtained countless serendipities in my life, but in the end, I will be buried in Sacred Yin's vessel. Sorrow, grief, bitterness, greed …" The old man looked at Su Ming, and as he mumbled, his words were filled with endless emotions.
Most of the words on the stone monument behind him had disappeared by then, and soon, there would be no more words left.
"I am Li Shan Huo, the third God of Berserkers. I looked at the sky before me, and I closed my eyes to remain … If you are one of my people in the future, do not forget my path … The stone monument behind me is the blessing left behind by the first God of Berserkers, but … the third is the end …"
Once the old man finished speaking, the final line of words on the stone monument behind him became indistinct and eventually disappeared. At that moment, the entire stone monument was empty.
As all the words on the stone monument disappeared, the face of the old man who had been mumbling to himself before Su Ming also started decaying, and gradually, right before Su Ming's eyes, he shattered.
At that moment, a gentle breeze blew past and scattered the old man's body. It swept up his ashes and floated into the distance. Only three round pearls remained on the ground where the old man was sitting. The color of those pearls was dull, but there was an indescribable strangeness about them, as if they could devour light, and they were incredibly eye-catching.
The old man had died a long time ago. Perhaps what remained was a wisp of his soul, or perhaps it was a hint of his will, or perhaps it was some other form of existence, but no matter what, he had already died an unknown number of years ago.
That was why Su Ming still did not speak. He had long since noticed that when the old man had looked at him, he had not seen his figure in his pupils.
At that moment, he understood that the old man was looking at something left behind by an unknown number of years ago. It was not him.
Su Ming did not know what that meant by 'waking up', but when he stood on the mountain and saw the old man, he only saw the three pearls on the ground at that moment.
As for the old man, he was an illusion and semi-transparent. He floated above the three pearls, as if he was a shadow that had existed in the passage of time. All he wanted was to say those words and inherit the legacy of the God of Berserkers …
At the same time, when the old man disappeared and the words on the stone monument disappeared, the Sacred Bats in the endless cracks in the ravines on the ground at the foot of the mountain started trembling. Gradually, their bodies started morphing. As they shrank, they changed from human form to bat form. They circled a few times in the sky, as if they had covered the sky. They let out screeching sounds, and after a long while, they gradually returned to the ravines on the ground. They left in groups and disappeared without a trace.
As they disappeared, the mountain where Su Ming was started trembling and slowly sank down. By the looks of it, it looked as if it wanted to return to the depths of the ground, just like when it had appeared in the past.
Su Ming stood on the mountain and sensed the mountain sinking down. He closed his eyes.
He might not have found the answer in his heart when he came to this place, but he felt as if he had found it.
'After the Berserker Soul Realm is Life Matrix, Life Privation, Life Palace, and World of Life. This is the path of Life Cultivation …' Su Ming lifted his right hand and swung his arm, sweeping up the three pearls and the stone monument on the ground. Once he put them away into his storage bag, he opened his eyes and cast a glance at the spot where the old man had disappeared, then turned around and walked towards the sky.
Once he left the mountain, it sank down with a rumbling sound and eventually disappeared from the ground. The ravines on the ground closed up once again, and gradually, not a single crack remained on the ground.
Su Ming stood in midair with a slightly dazed look on his face. He only recovered after a long while.
What he saw was an illusion left behind by the third God of Berserkers before they died. Perhaps the Berserker in the Candle Dragon's body had heard those words before, but why did he appear in the Candle Dragon's body? Why did he not take away the third God of Berserkers' three pearls? These were questions that Su Ming could not think of.
'The legacy left behind by the first God of Berserkers ends at the third generation … This must be the reason why the words on the stone monument disappeared. 'Only passed down to the third generation, huh..?' Su Ming turned around and walked towards the Fated Kin's valley. The heaviness in his heart could be seen from his footsteps in midair.
"It ends at the third generation …" Su Ming mumbled. He could vaguely imagine a tall figure leading his subordinates in the sky of the Great Yu Dynasty countless years ago, before the land of the Berserkers was torn apart. Before he left, he turned his head back and cast a glance at the ground.
'It ends at the third generation!
'Once a person's level of cultivation reaches the level of the first God of Berserkers, then the so-called Great Yu Dynasty and the so-called Berserkers are no longer important. He brought the Berserkers to power and left behind the God of Berserkers Song for the future generations to praise, but it's impossible for him to protect the Berserkers forever. Being able to pass down his legacy to three generations is already his final parting. If there's someone among the three generations who can surpass him, then his legacy will continue, but if no one can surpass him, then the Berserkers … will no longer be his concern.' Su Ming's vision gradually became clear. He suddenly understood that the first God of Berserkers might not be able to return to the land of the Berserkers in this lifetime.
Su Ming shook his head and disappeared into the darkness that shrouded the world.
At that moment, beyond the World of Nine Yin, in the Land of South Morning where the Berserkers and the Shamans resided, was going through a shocking disaster. This disaster could no longer be hidden. Over the years, all the Cultivators in the land had learned of it.
The Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands!
This disaster should have arrived several years ago, but the Shamans and Berserkers had used all sorts of methods to delay it. Yet now, no matter what they did, it was impossible for them to stop this disaster.
To the east of South Morning, the seawater roared and huge waves surged into the sky. A large amount of seawater had already submerged a small portion of the land of the Shamans. As the seawater surged into the sky, countless mountains sank into the sea, and many lives lost everything in this disaster.
There were an endless amount of ferocious beasts in the seawater, along with the giant with half its head sticking out of the water. At that moment, they were moving forward with the seawater on the land of the Shamans.
The seawater roared, and there was no end to it. If anyone stood at the edge of the submerged land of the Shamans and looked into the distance, they would be able to see a gigantic black shadow not too far away. That shadow seemed to have no end. This was a gigantic continent, a continent known as the Eastern Wastelands!
It had finally arrived!
What awaited the Land of South Morning was a true disaster that was several times worse than the seawater spreading out. In fact, it was something that could not even be compared to. That was … the collision between two continents!
One of them would definitely crumble and break apart!
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